Day 11. Mile 2100. Albuquerque

New mexico's diet continues to wreck havok on my digestive system. The
constant influx of green chile and cheese puts me on the can more than
I'd like. still, the food is delicious and makes my bathroom time more
than palatable. I sampled sopas and found them akin to biscuits, or
indian flat bread. Sure tasted good with honey. My friend kelsey and I
also stopped by the golden paneria. The golden panderia was featured on
the food chanel and has been in many different publications. We found
the owner amiable and quite talkative. I purchased green chile bread
from him and received bischotios for traveling so far.

I'm leaving at 7am tomorrow morn. That'll give me six hours before the
afternoon heat sets in. I expect at least five to hit flagstaf, given my
slow tendencies (if triple digit cruising speeds are considered slow). I
am taking route 66 and that slows me up a bit. But, round these parts,
66 is mostly merged with i40. Any reminants of 66 is left for business
route 40s.

66 in central new mexico wasn't much to see. Again, I find myself trying
to remember the small towns I passed through; moriaty, tijeras,
colonias, santa rosa, and some more. As much as I loved traveling 66, I
have to say its starting to wear on me slightly. 66 is the interstate,
followed by a short break through a small town that has some auto
stores, a few diners, and a bunch of motels, and possibly a museum or
trinket shop. The names of the town change, as well as the names of the
motels, but the model is similar. I don't mean to sound like I'm
complaining, really, I'm not. 66 does, however, become consistant.

The wind is really starting to pick up. The weather channel estimated
40mph. As much as I enjoy my honda vfr750, it has a tendency to attempt
a dorothy in hard winds, luckily the wind is coming in front of me,
which makes me worry about headshake.

I worry too much, but the night before a long ride always makes me
apprehensive. Its like the night before a big game. I'm mapping out my
game plan, how I'm going to take every corner, what I'm going to do if
something goes wrong, if I should stay in flagstaff or not, or how fast
I feel like going. Motorcycling is like that.

I'm tired. See y'all in the morning.
~ I write with your life and my own ~